OMG it’s April – marathon month. How did that happen? The reality is creeping in as we get nearer the date. I’m beginning to question the wisdom of not running the full distance before the day itself. Can’t get my head round the logic, but it’s too late now. I’ll have to think of it like driving before I’d passed my test; if all these other people can do it, then so can I.
Liz booked the accommodation for London last night. We did our usual thing of getting loads of accommodation information back when I was allocated the place and then became paralysed with too much information. All the places that looked attractive back when we got the info are now long gone. Oh well, things usually work out ok.
We’re going down on the Saturday morning and Liz and Harry are going shopping/sight seeing while George and I take in a match. Need to check out ticket availability and what George wants to do, but it’s looking like West Ham v Wigan. Not exactly mouth watering I know. I should like them, but I don’t really care for the Hammers. They have ideas above their station; they’re one of half a dozen deluded clubs who think they’re carrying the flag for “playing the right way”; they sacked Redknapp for no good reason; their treatment of Lampard is a disgrace; Julian Dicks; porno dwarf as co-owner. Come on you pie eaters! One thing’s for sure, we’ll be able to get into the away end no problem. Only other premier league match in London on the Saturday is Arsenal v Man City. Whilst this would be preferable (a) it’s a 5:30 kick off and (b) ticket availability is unlikely. We can’t drop down a division as QPR are away and Palace are at home on the Monday. I already watch enough lower league garbage so don’t want to watch Millwall or Brentford.
Decide to trade in my planned Sunday long run for a long run today and another on Monday. This means giving the distance training tonight a miss, but I don’t really fancy anything intensive and a short tempo along the canal will probably be a strain on the hamstring that I can do without.
Set off with Helen on a twenty miler Meanwood to Otley up and down the A660. It’s turned into cracking evening following a mixed day that has included a spot of horizontal sleet and a shower of bullet-like hail. The world looks a better place when it’s sunny and light in the evening. Seem to have spent the last few solo long runs searching for light in the darkness of insanity so running with company is a welcome change. Manage a good conversational pace all the way. Go past Tom & Paul coming up the hill faster than I can go down it and later James from parkrun/Valley Striders lost in the world of iPod.
The last four miles are tough and my hands are freezing by the end of the run. That’s another one ticked off – just one more long run to go then I can taper. Yippee!
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